lifted higher and higher after each one and I closely watched them, careful not to miss a single detail.
While they were doing interested me and it was all I could do to stay out of the way. Spell casting generated so much power, raw and unharnessed, and I wanted to be a part of it. The witch in me yearned to be included, but the vampire in me shivered.
As time passed, the kitchen began to have a much calmer feel to it and my father and Max seemed to be relaxing as well. I wanted so desperately to ask them where my mother was, but as soon as I opened my mouth they began to chant.
At first, I thought they were just singing a song that they both knew the words to, but that wasn’t right. Their words were musical, but they had a clear sound to them except for the words. They were different.
The louder their words became, the more I realized that everything was changing around me. I could hear things that I had not been able to before now and it scared me. Being a vampire, my hearing is flawless, but this was different. I was hearing things, voices around me, but as I looked around the room there was no one there but us.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what the whispers were saying. Oddly enough, it was as if they were having a conversation my father and Max, a conversation that was not meant for me to hear.
Not knowing what else to do, I rose from my seat and tried to make my way out of the room, but something was holding me back. I felt like I was being held inside the room by something that I couldn’t see. I had already been through that once when I was turned and I didn’t like the feeling then. Not much had changed from then to now. I still didn’t like it.
I was more like a pressure, and urge to stay where I was from other person other than myself.
The whispering voices called to me, wanting me to stay and I stood there frozen. They were childlike in tone and comforting to my soul. It was nothing short of being scary, but soon that feeling changed the more that I focused on their voices.
Their words eased my fear and, soon, I knew that I wasn’t in any danger.
The vampire in me protested and the instincts that were associated with that part of me begged me to keep moving forward to exit the room. The witch inside me felt at home, like this was natural and pleasant as anything good could be.
I swallowed hard and fought hard against my vampire nature, taking small steps back inside the kitchen.
That is when the pain and confusion started. It was worse than what had happened to me as I was getting my full power. The vampire inside me screamed with pain and I fell to the floor, hitting my head hard on the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wanted to beg my father and Max to help me, but that was going to be impossible.
The rusty metallic smell of blood invaded my nostrils, but it was not as tempting as human blood. It was my own. My head was throbbing and I could feel the wound that I had received from hitting my head against the floor. The blood was pooling beside me and I was scared that I was not going to live through this. How much blood can a vampire lose before they die? And even worse than that, is the bloodlust going to set in soon?
If that happened it will be all over for me. Max and my father would not allow me to get close enough to them to bite them. They would kill me. It would be stupid for me to expect any less than that.
This is all wrong. Panic filled me and I was certain that this was the end. My body had become so weak that it was getting hard for me to think. All I could do is see the faces of the people that I love. My mother, father, and Max were all there, glowing in my memory.
I could see Alice as she made her transformation and how beautiful being a vampire had made her. I saw her love for Caleb and how her need for him surpassed everything else in the world, even blood.
Hot tears escaped my
While they were doing interested me and it was all I could do to stay out of the way. Spell casting generated so much power, raw and unharnessed, and I wanted to be a part of it. The witch in me yearned to be included, but the vampire in me shivered.
As time passed, the kitchen began to have a much calmer feel to it and my father and Max seemed to be relaxing as well. I wanted so desperately to ask them where my mother was, but as soon as I opened my mouth they began to chant.
At first, I thought they were just singing a song that they both knew the words to, but that wasn’t right. Their words were musical, but they had a clear sound to them except for the words. They were different.
The louder their words became, the more I realized that everything was changing around me. I could hear things that I had not been able to before now and it scared me. Being a vampire, my hearing is flawless, but this was different. I was hearing things, voices around me, but as I looked around the room there was no one there but us.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what the whispers were saying. Oddly enough, it was as if they were having a conversation my father and Max, a conversation that was not meant for me to hear.
Not knowing what else to do, I rose from my seat and tried to make my way out of the room, but something was holding me back. I felt like I was being held inside the room by something that I couldn’t see. I had already been through that once when I was turned and I didn’t like the feeling then. Not much had changed from then to now. I still didn’t like it.
I was more like a pressure, and urge to stay where I was from other person other than myself.
The whispering voices called to me, wanting me to stay and I stood there frozen. They were childlike in tone and comforting to my soul. It was nothing short of being scary, but soon that feeling changed the more that I focused on their voices.
Their words eased my fear and, soon, I knew that I wasn’t in any danger.
The vampire in me protested and the instincts that were associated with that part of me begged me to keep moving forward to exit the room. The witch inside me felt at home, like this was natural and pleasant as anything good could be.
I swallowed hard and fought hard against my vampire nature, taking small steps back inside the kitchen.
That is when the pain and confusion started. It was worse than what had happened to me as I was getting my full power. The vampire inside me screamed with pain and I fell to the floor, hitting my head hard on the floor. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I wanted to beg my father and Max to help me, but that was going to be impossible.
The rusty metallic smell of blood invaded my nostrils, but it was not as tempting as human blood. It was my own. My head was throbbing and I could feel the wound that I had received from hitting my head against the floor. The blood was pooling beside me and I was scared that I was not going to live through this. How much blood can a vampire lose before they die? And even worse than that, is the bloodlust going to set in soon?
If that happened it will be all over for me. Max and my father would not allow me to get close enough to them to bite them. They would kill me. It would be stupid for me to expect any less than that.
This is all wrong. Panic filled me and I was certain that this was the end. My body had become so weak that it was getting hard for me to think. All I could do is see the faces of the people that I love. My mother, father, and Max were all there, glowing in my memory.
I could see Alice as she made her transformation and how beautiful being a vampire had made her. I saw her love for Caleb and how her need for him surpassed everything else in the world, even blood.
Hot tears escaped my
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